Whitney plucked at my shoulder and we took off.Being seniors was just like any other year in high school. Not. I was taking three classes in the morni...g at St. Joe Valley and two in the afternoon at IUSB. None of them was easy. The only good thing about my senior English Lit class was that Nicki, Rose, Josh, Brenda, and Cassie were all in it. I cringed, though, when Ms. Hammer started the class with the question, "Why do we write?" I'd heard Nicki answer the same question in our IUSB freshman. I'll be right around the corner." I gestured to one wall.We both routinely meditated and knew the language. She nodded and went to a corner of the room and sat quietly.I left the room to find the bench and niche in the wall I'd used before the concert started. I found the corner; the place was still quiet, although overhead I could hear the thunderous buzz of the crowd in the first tier of the stadium stands.I closed my eyes briefly, told my inner clock I wanted three-hundred seconds of peace. 'MILLIE: All right... 'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'TEACHER: George Washington not only chopped down his father's cherry tree, but also admitted it. Now, Louie, do you know why his father didn't punish him?LOUIS: Because George still had the axe in his hand...TEACHER: Now, Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating?SIMON: No sir, I don't have to, my Mom is a good cook.TEACHER: Clyde, your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the same as your brother's...Did you copy. You are knelt near me on the soft carpet, naked in the warm room. Waiting. You have no restraints keeping u where you are only your desire to submit and your wish to please.I tell u to choose a pair of stockings and put them on me, you touch all of them as u make a choice, finally going for the lightest silkiest ones that almost feel like liquid in your hands. I point my foot into the stocking you have held out for me and i feel the warmth of your hands as you slide the stocking up my leg. I.